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HAWAII  NEI. 


AN   IDYLL 


THE  PACIFIC  ISLES. 


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BY 

EDWARD  BAILEY. 


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Alas  !  the  gloomy  land  of  night, 

The  fiery  pit  of  baleful  light ; 

Great  clouds  of  smoke  to  heaven  ascending, 

The  melted  mountains  downward  tending: 

Jehovah  !— I  am  seized  with  fear  ; 

I  tremble  as  these  sights  appear. 

Assembled  in  this  fearful  place 

Great  wonders  show  their  awful  face. 

In  breathless  fear  the  scene  I  view, 

This  mighty  scene  of  wonders  new. 


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HAWAII  NEI. 


The  islands  of  Hawaii  nei 

I  sing.     'Tis  but  their  peep  of  day. 

Planted  amid  the  ocean  wave, 

The  various  shores  its  waters  lave  ; 

To  heaven  its  mountain-domes  arise 

The  wonder  of  a  stranger's  eyes. 

First  Mauna  Kea  is  dimly  seen 

In  snowy  cap  of  brilliant  sheen, 

Defying  long  the  piercing  ray 

Of  the  victorious  orb  of  day. 

Then  Mauna  Loa,  whose  broad  expanse 

Heaves  on  the  sight  as  we  advance ; 

Whose  cauldron  huge,  deep  iron-walled, 

Mokuaweoweo  called, 

Oft  belches  forth  its  igneous  charge 

Which,  flowing  down,  doth  thus  enlarge 

Our  little  patch  of  earth's  domain, 

Now  under  Kalakaua's  reign  ; — 


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Hawaii  Nei. 

Which,  as  appears  upon  the  map, 

Sticks  one  more  feather  in  his  cap. 

Not  often  kings  their  kingdom  see 

Extended  in  like  sort  as  he  : 

To  Madame  Pele  he  is  debtor, 

The  ancient  Greek  possessed  no  better. 

But  lo  !  old  Haleakala 

Whose  ancient  pranks  forgotten  are ; 

Her  play-ground  still  in  statu  quo ; 

On  earth  its  like  we  do  not  know ; 

So  vastly  huge — we  are  appalled 

As  we  behold  it  mountain-walled. 

Wachusett  scarce  attains  its  pimples, 

Surmounted  all  with  yawning  dimples, 

In  which  a  regiment  might  lie 

Safe  from  each'  penetrating  eye. 

'Tis  Maui's  boast — unrivalled  yet ; 

On  earth  its  like  can  not  be  met. 

Eeka  caps  our  Maui  West 

Whose  mists  its  lofty  head  invest. 

Its  pinnacles  are  beds  of  ooze 

Whose  treacherous  mire  a  host  may  lose ; 

Sprent  o'er  the  region  is  with  mosses, 

And  many  a  fern  each  height  embosses. 

Sometimes  the  mists  are  cleft,  and  down 

You  gaze  upon  Wailuku  town, 

Down  through  the  famous  lao  valley ; 

Region  renowned  for  warlike  sally, 

Whose  battle,  called  the  Paniwai, 

Its  crystal  stream  with  blood  did  dye. 


Hawaii  Nei. 

Dammed  was  the  stream  with  human  corses 

Slain  by  Kamehameha's  forces. 

Oahu  boasts  a  hill  or  two, 

So  Konahuanui  view, 

Whose  heights  with  mists  are  saturated, 

Whence  many  a  merry  dell  is  sated. 

Kaala,  too,  its  western  shore 

O'erlooks,  where  Sol  his  forces  pour. 

There's  Waianae — its  very  rocks 

Have  scarce  forgot  the  earthquake  shocks, 

But  lie  about  in  dire  confusion  ; 

The  red-burnt  hills  are  scarce  delusion, 

But  one  might  deem  them  all  on  fire, 

With  dust  for  smoke  in  whirlwind's  ire. 

Waialeale  on  Kauai 

Soars  up  aloft  toward  the  sky, 

And  many  a  ridge  fills  out  its  frame 

Of  which  I  cannot  tell  the  name. 

Of  mountains  of  a  smaller  fry ; 

The  name  is  legion — pass  them  by. 

Each  island,  great  or  small,  is  steep, 

Arising  from  the  briny  deep, 

Till  slope  with  slope  at  summit  meets 

And  farther  progress  thus  defeats. 

You'll  not  except  wee  Molokini, 

Of  all  the  group  perhaps  most  tiny ; 

'Tis  a  mere  crescent  steep  of  rock, 

The  tribute  of  some  earthquake  shock, 

Or  one  of  Madame  Pele's  rages, 

Where  it  has  lain,  perhaps  for  ages. 


6  Hawaii  Nei. 

Lehua  and  Kaula  too, 

The  satellites  of  Queen  Niihau, 

I've  never  seen,  but  there  they  lie 

Beneath  the  broad  cerulean  sky. 

One  more  small  dot  doth  now  remain 

Beneath  our  Kalakaua's  reign; 

'Tis  off  a  hundred  miles  or  more, 

I  mean  the  lonely  rock  Nihoa. 

'Tis  said  the  walrus  there  doth  live  ; 

Birds,  too,  the  place  a  name  do  give 

In  English  tongue :  but  not,  I  deem, 

In  any  wise  will  there  be  seen 

Sparrows  or  robins,  or  their  kin, 

But  such  as  make  a  horrid  din, 

In  keeping  well  with  all  that's  weird, 

Which  nothing  green  has  ever  cheered — 

But  dashing  waves  on  inky  rocks 

Where  Neptune  oft  displays  his  locks. 

Such  is  the  place,  for  aught  I  know, 

And  sure  to  it  I  shall  not  go. 

No  guard  the  king  needs  o'er  this  treasure, 

Which  fills  his  kingdom's  even  measure. 

But  should  it  leave  its  place  and  go 

Away  two  thousand  miles  or  so, 

No  loss  we'd  feel,  or  be  the  wiser, 

For  lack  in  one  age  of  adviser. 

'Tis  very  seldom  ships  there  go, 

So,  of  the  place  we  little  know. 

I've  nothing  said  of  Molokai, 

Which  in  the  midst  of  all  doth  lie, 


Hawaii  Nei. 

And,  heaving  to  the  clouds  its  back, 

Makes  up  in  length  what  width  doth  lack. 

Its  eastern  end  is  cleft  in  two, 

Like  some  huge  jaws  of  monster  new, 

In  which  Halawa  safe  doth  lie 

Beneath  the  liquid,  beauteous  sky. 

Not  alway  so — the  people  under, 

Say  there  is  where  they  make  the  thunder ; 

And  I  can  testify  'tis  made 

No  journey-work,  but  real  trade. 

However,  'tis  a  lovely  valley 

With  many  a  quiet,  shaded  alley. 

Rich  grows  the  kalo  there  and  ki, 

Uala,  maia,  bean  and  pea. 

All  round  is  pali,  trickling  down 

With  many  a  rill  towards  the  town, 

Which  meeting  all,  a  babbling  stream 

Flows  rushing  emerald  banks  between 

To  where  'tis  lost  within  the  sea 

Among  huge  rollers  of  the  lea. 

And  here  the  naiads  sporting  go 

On  rampant  waves  in  ceaseless  flow ; 

Well  poised  upon  the  feathery  comb, 

Like  arrows'  flight  they  ride  the  foam ; 

A  manly  sport,  with  art  complex, 

Oft  shared  in  by  the  softer  sex. 

A  dreamy  soul,  in  such  a  place, 

Might  while  away  a  life-long  race ; 

But  I  could  ne'er  my  wits  curtail, 

Within  this  lotus  eaters1  vale. 


Hawaii  Nei. 

The  western  end  is  broad  and  low, 

Where  nothing  but  the  grass  can  grow; 

Not  smooth  and  round — it  is  divided, 

And  thus  the  isle  is  many  sided. 

About  midway  its  northern  side — 

Alas  !  where  lepers  must  abide — 

A  broad  plain  sports  its  centre  crater, 

One  side  a  pit — I  think  'tis  greater 

Than  any  merely  human  work, 

Save  Egypt's  pyramids,  by  Turk 

So  well  preserved,  till  late  his  power 

Has  reached  the  finale  of  its  hour. 

Its  floor  spreads  out  in  ancient  fields  ; 

Its  rocky  sides  a  forest  yields  ; 

All  wants  of  man  are  thus  supplied  ; 

A  crystal  spring  deep  in  its  side, 

With  woods  and  fields  and  spacious  lake, 

Which  doth  an  emerald  hue  partake, 

'Tis  at  the  bottom  of  the  pit  ; 

A  rocky  way  leads  down  to  it. 

A  labyrinth  no  line  hath  sounded, 

By  rocky  sides  of  pit  surrounded. 

'Twas  there  in  ancient  times,  'tis  said, 

They  tried  the  virtues  of  the  dead. 

The  body  placed  in  frail  canoe, 

Attached  a  forty  line  or  two, 

Was  thus  shot  out  upon  the  lake, 

To  see  what  course  the  powers  would  take. 

If  the  lake  cleft,  they  drew  him  down, 

And  then  his  name  won  due  renown  j 


Hawaii  Nei. 

But  if  the  powers  gave  no  sign, 
It  was  a  mark  of  woe  condign  ; 
He  was  too  far  with  sin  oppressed 
To  go  below  among  the  blest ; 
.  Us  clumsy  practice  was  detected, 
Nor  with  due  guile  his  thefts  effected. 
'Tis  in  this  weird  and  ghostly  region, 
Whose  wonders  truly  number  legion, 
You  sail  beneath  a  mountain  spur, 
A  wonder  to  the  traveler. 
Tunnel  majestic,  who  can  doubt ; 
Blue  are  its  waves  as  those  without : 
Dark  screaming  birds  around  it  cluster, 
The  pent  up  winds  here  rave  and  bluster, 
Performing  as  its  lee  a  spout, 
Where  wind  and  sea  alike  rush  out. 
The  idol  priests  here  Nature  joined, 
And  for  their  use  her  dread  purloined, 
To  rule  o'er  mortals — no  great  wonder 
Where  faith  and  reason  dwell  asunder. 
Here,  too,  a  rocky  isle  you  see, — 
But  it's  a  mystery  to  me, 
Howe'er  it  came  ;   'tis  separated 
From  all  around  ;  with  nothing  mated. 
It  might,  for  aught  I  see,  have  danced 
Out  from  the  main,  and  so  advanced 
To  where  it  now  a  wonder  stands — 
A  rogue  purloining  Nature's  lands. 
A  grove  of  palms  begems  its  top, 
From  which,  all  round,  its  sides  do  drop 


io  Hawaii  J7ei. 

In  rocks  quite  bare  of  herb  or  tree 

To  where  they  meet  the  roaring  sea. 

About  two  hundred  feet  they  rise, 

Straight  up,  as  they  would  reach  the  skies, 

Hawaiians  do  sometimes  dare 

Its  heights  ascend — a  feat  o'er  rare. 

But  should  I  tell  of  Molokai, 

Of  all  its  wonders,  low  or  high, 

Some  other  isle  might  well  complain 

That  it  displayed  its  charms  in  vain. 

Old  Time  will  never  for  us  stop, 

So  we  must  choose  to  seize  or  drop. 

Turn  south  from  middle  Molokai, 

And  there  lies  beautiful  Lanai ; 

A  gentle  maiden,  fair  and  trim, 

Of  aspect  mild,  but  never  dim. 

Altho'  the  clouds  above  it  kisses, 

Tall  mountains  there  the  observer  misses. 

But  one  great  gulch  obstructs  the  way, 

Yclept,  in  native,  Maunalei. 

There  only  of  this  beauteous  isle 

A  crystal  stream  adorns  the  pile ; 

But  soon  in  crevice  it  is  lost, 

For  fear  of  being  tempest-tost, 

If  it  should  to  the  ocean  go, 

To  mix  its  waters  there  below. 

This  little  isle  to  raising  sheep 

Is  mostly  given  :  by  the  deep 

'Tis  fenced  around,  with  here  and  there 

A  precipice  in  high  mid  air. 


Hawaii  Nei.  1 1 

South  farther  still  lies  Kahoolawe, 
Like  long  red  pile  or  dragon  heavy. 
Hot,  red-burnt,  and  with  streaming  mane, 
At  noon-tide  glimmering  insane. 
When  fierce  trade-winds  beset  it,  there 
For  twice  its  length  streams  out  its  hair. 
The  color  of  its  torrid  body — 
One  might  imagine  it  was  bloody. 
And  still  Old  Mammon  pastures  sheep, 
On  this  lone  isle,  fenced  by  the  deep  ; 
One  in  high  life,  the  first  that  tried 
This  isle  to  scatter  in  the  tide  ; 
For  in  good  time  'twill  blow  away, 
Trod  by  the  sheep  from  day  to  day. 
If  once  a  year  or  so  there  falls 
A  deluge-rain,  its  rocky  walls 
Are  only  washed  of  all  their  earth — 
In  fact,  it  is  a  chronic  dearth. 
Once,  generous  shrubs  beclad  it  o'er, 
And  there  they  went  to  hunt  the  boar ; 
Now  you  would  meditate  as  soon 
To  hunt  the  boar  upon  the  moon, 
Whose  rocky  sides  are  not  more  bare 
Than  this  our  isle  of  streaming  hair. 
Here  was  the  national  state  prison, 
For  culprits  foul,  whose  crimes  had  risen 
So  tall  society  could  ne'er 
Within  its  pale  their  presence  bear. 
What  here  in  ancient  times  occured 
We  well  may  think ;  but  never  word 


Hawaii  Nei. 

Has  come  to  me  :— but  this  is  true, 

The  noble  man  I,  loving,  knew. 

'Twas  thrice  ten  years  and  more  ago, — 

His  wife  no  less  of  praise  we  owe ; 

Mauae  his  name,  of  manly  form, 

His  Christian  virtues  to  adorn ; 

He  had  besides  the  various  graces, 

Which  could  be  found  in  these  dark  places. 

At  sea,  and  near  Hawaii's  coast, 

Of  which  anon  my  song  shall  boast, 

The  vessel  filled  and  all  were  cast 

Helpless  alike  upon  the  vast 

Unfathomed  sea: — not  helpless  though 

Our  friend  and  wife,  as  I  shall  show. 

Inviting  were  Hawaii's  shores, 

Close  by — hut  not  with  open  doors. 

We've  heard  about  the  treacherous  sea, 

Its  promise  fair, — performance  ne. 

So  now  it  was,  a  current  strong, 

Which  rushed  th'  inviting  shores  along, 

Its  helpless  victims  bore  away 

Toward  the  now  declining  day. 

When  they  perceived  their  doom  was  sealed, 

To  God  they  first  their  woe  revealed ; 

To  him,  in  prayer  themselves  they  gave, 

These  two ;  then  dared  the  ocean  wave. 

For  Kahoolawe  then  they  bore ; 

'Twas  thrice  ten  miles  away  and  more. 

All  night  they  swam — these  two  together, 

This  channel  rude  of  wind  and  weather; 


Hawaii  Nel. 

And  still  they  held  the  watery  way, 

Till  once  more  rolled  declining  day ; 

In  loving  converse  cheering  oft 

Their  painful  way  while  tempest  tost. 

O  had  his  strength  but  held  out  longer  ! 

The  weaker  vessel  proved  the  stronger. 

When  he  complained  of  strength  a  lack, 

His  faithful  helpmate,  on  her  back 

Him,  feeble,  panting — fearless  took, 

Again  the  ruthless  waves  to  brook. 

See  what  a  loving  wife  can  do ; 

Though  spent  her  strength,  with  burden  new, 

Again  she  laboured,  often  calling 

To  cheer  him,  and  of  what  befalling, 

Till  when,  alas  !  his  answers  ceased, 

And  he  was  dead — she  then  released 

The  form  quite  lifeless,  hovered  o'er 

By  ransomed  spirit.     Soon  the  shore 

Near  by  she  reached — a  desolation, 

For  far  away  was  kept  the  station. 

But  nature  yet,  in  part  alive, 

With  fruit  her  spirit  did  revive, 

And  many  years  she  lived  to  tell 

The  story  she  had  lived  so  well. 

From  Kahoolawe  eastward  lie, 

On  Maui's  side,  in  regions  dry, 

Huge  fields  of  lava  spouted  out 

From  Madam  Pele's  weird  redoubt, 

High  up  upon  the  mountain  side, 

From  whence  spread  out  the  liquid  tide  ; 


14  Hawaii  Nei. 

A  region  vast  of  desolation, 

Stamped  o'er  with  Molock's  approbation  : 

For  rumor  has  it  in  tradition, 

That,  while  it  flowed  in  fierce  ignition, 

Some  worshippers,  who,  over  zealous, 

Were  offering  to  the  goddess  jealous, 

She  lapped  them  and  their  offering  too 

Forever  out  from  human  view. 

'Twas  in  a  cave  of  Maui  east, 

Of  all  our  islands  not  the  least, 

Beneath  Kauiki — simple  crater  ; — 

We've  many  like,  but  most  are  greater. — 

It's  just  a  bud  into  the  sea, 

East  of  the  main  as  flies  the  bee, — 

Though  bees  I  think  we  well  may  doubt 

Would  leave  the  shore  to  fly  far  out, 

Over  the  vast  illimitable  ; 

They  rather  keep  o'er  world  more  stable. 

But  let  me  to  my  story  cling ; 

Kaahumanu,  wife  of  King 

Kamehameha,  first  saw  light 

Here  in  this  cave  of  murky  night. 

Famous  among  the  great  was  she ; 

Whoever  thought  that  she  could  be 

For  goodness  also  celebrated 

So  haughty,  fierce  and  heathen-mated. 

But  lo  !  the  blessed  cross  appears 

Amid  the  darkness  of  those  years, 

Hateful  and  horrid  rites  far  fly ; 

Its  blessed  light  illumes  the  sky ; 


Hawaii  Nei. 

Into  Kaahumanu's  heart, 

The  glorious  beams  of  healing  dart, 

She  yields  her  to  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

And  all  her  heathen  orgies  cease. 

Full  many  a  height  and  depth  sublime 

Grandeur  and  beauty  here  combine, 

In  gorges  and  ravines  cut  down, 

And  many  a  name  has  won  renown  ; 

Honomanu  among  the  rest ; 

A  gorge  whose  sides  bright  woods  invest, 

The  umbrous,  silver- leaved  Kukui 

Which  flourishes  in  regions  dewy. 

A  generous  stream  adorns  this  vale, 

Its  paths  wind  up  as  birds  would  sail  ; 

In  Kalo  rich  its  flat  abounds, 

The  product  of  such  watery  grounds  ; 

Hawaii's  staff  of  life  it  is 

For  either  food  or  revelries. 

These  simple  people  have  a  skill 

The  rocky  valley  beds  to  till, 

Producing  large  returns  of  food 

For  little  labor.     Is  it  good 

Their  lives  with  artificial  wants 

In  which  the  covet- demon  haunts 

Be  harrassed  with  corroding  cares, 

And  tread  a  path  beset  with  snares. 

But  so  it  is ;  the  huts  of  grass 

Of  ancient  times,  in  which  they  pass 

So  many  cosy,  happy  days, — 

In  which  they  learned  Jehova's  praise, 


16  Hawaii  Nei. 

Are  now  forever  disappearing, 

And  in  their  place  the  wights  are  rearing 

Houses  of  wood  from  Oregon  ; 

Their  make — if  I  should  pass  upon — 

Say — well  enough  in  coat  of  whiting, 

The  valley  groves  in  beauty  lighting. 

But  still  in  memory  there  lingers 

The  product  of  the  busy  ringers 

Of  woman  in  her  days  industrious 

The  plaited  mat  so  clean  and  lustrous 

On  floor  ;  the  restful  hikie 

Whereon  your  weary  bones  to  lay 

When  lomilomi,  kneading  well 

The  flesh  and  bones  creates  a  spell 

In  which  imagination's  vision 

Will  lap  you  in  the  fields  Elysian. 

Or,  if  you  choose  there  night  to  keep, 

Under  light  kapa  you  will  sleep, 

In  well  kept  house  both  neat  and  clean, 

In  which  no  ugly  thing  is  seen, 

I  think  you'll  own  that,  not  alone 

True  sterling  comfort  can  be  known, 

In  regions  boasting  much  of  lore 

And  light  and  so  forth  them  before. 

The  people  understood  the  art 

Of  luxury,  and  feeling  heart; 

They  were  at  home  in  practice  mystic, 

Nor  dreamed  of  faith  materialistic. 

What  we  call  metaphysical, 

They  might  not  apprehend  too  well. 


Hawaii  Nei. 

But  understood  them  in  their  way  ; — 

Con  o'er  their  songs  the  livelong  day  ; 

Their  meles  and  their  legends  learn, 

Wherin  you  often  may  discern 

Good  common  sense  and  sterling  truth, 

Worthy  the  study  of  our  youth. 

'Tis  true  the  whole  is  often  marred 

By  what  from  youth  should  be  debarred  ; 

But  even  there  old  Greece  and  Rome, 

From  prison  cell  to  temple  dome, 

In  moral  filth  and  rite  fantastic, 

Set  forth  and  sealed  with  image  plastic — 

In  poison  rank  they  must  be  held 

To  have  these  heathen  tribes  excelled. 

Would  you  our  largest  island  visit, 

To  feast  your  eyes  on  views  exquisite ; — 

Or  should  you,  in  a  fiercer  mood, 

Disdain  the  valley,  field  and  wood, 

And  rather  choose  the  form  gigantic, 

Compared  with  which  the  broad  Atlantic 

Can  only  show  a  circumstance, 

In  all  it  watery  expanse. 

Then  to  Hawaii  quickly  hie, 

To  stretch  your  nerve  and  feast  your  eye  ; 

There  shall  your  want  be  satisfied, 

Your  aspirations  be  supplied. 

It  matters  not  where  you  sit  down, 

Kohala  high,  or  Hilo  town  ; 

Or  in  its  southern  point  Kan — 

Wherever  you  may  be  or  do, 


i8  Hawaii  Nei. 

Each  spot  alike  will  feast  the  eyes, 
And  fill  you  with  a  glad  surprise. 
But  then,  I  know  I'm  wasting  breath; 
One  point  alone,  or  life  or  death, 
Fills  every  thought  of  those  who  go, 
To  see  what  sights  the  world  can  show  ; 
'Tis  the  great  cauldron  Kilauea, 
Sought  out  alike  by  each  surveyor 
Of  natures'  wonders  igneous  ;  — 
Your  highest  aspirations  thus, 
Incontrovertibly  shall  be 
Well  satisfied,  as  we  shall  see. 
I'm  not  the  great  volcano's  prophet, 
Who  lives  so  near  this  wondrous  Tophet 
Unluckily  I  cannot  see 
A  thing,  however  grand  it  be, 
Unless  il  has  a  true  existence ; 
I  scarce  can  give  it  the  assistance 
Imagination  might  impart 
To  scholars  of  poetic  art. 
But  I  can  rhyme  and  tell  you  true 
Something  of  all  that  you  will  view 
If  ever  you  that  way  should  go 
The  wonders  for  yourself  to  know. 
First,  don't,  I  beg,  a  speech  prepare, 
To  whelm  the  world,  as  in  mid  air 
You  first  behold  the  scene  unveiled ; — 
I  rather  think  that  you'll  be  quailed 
Into  sheer  silence  then,  unless 
A  shallow  fool  you  do  confess 


Hawaii  Nei.  ig 

Yourself,  by  idly  popping  out 

Some  silly  speech  the  view  about. 

As  if  our  language,  bred  where  ne'er 

Such  like  great  wonders  do  appear 

Could  well  express  the  apparition, 

Or  speak  of  things  in  this  condition. 

Auwe  !  ka  aina  o  ka  po, 

Ka  lua  ahi  io  no  ; 

Punohu  mai  la  ka  uahi ; 

Hehee  ka  mauna,  a  ke  kahe. 

lehova  !  kau  kou  weliweli  ; 

Haalulu  au  i  keia  Pele. 

Akoakoa  ma  keia  wahi 

Na  mea  nui,  makahahi. 

Pau  e  ke  aho  i  ka  nana 

I  keia  kupanaha  mana.* 

But  there — I  promised  I  would  tell 

Whate'er  I  might  in  magic  spell, 

A  few  plain  facts  about  this  wonder, 

Nor  trench  upon  its  prophets'  thunder. 

Then  go  we  down  the  cauldrons'  side, 

A  tortuous  path,  and  none  too  wide. 

It  winds  among  the  herbs 'and  trees, — 

A  strange  abode  for  such  as  these, 

'Mid  sulphurous  fumes  and  midnight  glare 

Of  fierce  ignited  Peles'  hair 

Drawn  out  as  melted  clots  are  thrown, 

By  pent  up  gases  fiercely  blown 


*  For  translation  see  page  2. 


20  Hawaii 

Through  glowing  whitely  melted  lava, 

Out  from  this  huge  deific  salver. 

O  all  ye  hordes  Tartarean, 

Who  from  the  ancient  prying  man 

Locked  up  your  mysteries,  lest  he 

Might  draw  too  near  the  sight  to  see ; 

Not  so  this  modern  luapele  ; 

These  floors  are  promenaded  daily 

By  all  the  curious,  who  delight 

To  see  this  most  unearthly  sight. 

Sights,  sounds  and  smells  all  lend  their  aid  ; 

Nor  is  the  visitor  afraid 

As  he  draws  nigh  this  pit  of  wonders, 

Inhales  its  gas,  and  hears  its  thunders, 

Feels  crusted  rock  beneath  him  tremble, 

Above  the  forces  which  assemble, 

Far,  far  below  in  pent  up  places, 

Whence  they  send  forth  these  fiery  graces, — 

The  boiling  flood  of  liquid  rock, 

The  product  dire  of  earthquake  shock  ; 

Ashes  and  pumice  ;  gossamer, 

Like  spiders'  web  thrown  up  in  air. 

The  rock  is  carved  with  strange  devices, 

Plutonian  all ;  but  it  suffices 

To  multiply  to  endless  forms, 

From  beasts  and  birds  to  crawling  worms, 

And  man, — a  form  Tartarean, 

Where  forth  the  liquid  torrent  ran. 

The  whole  is  seamed  by  earthquake  shocks 

With  many  a  crevice  through  the  rocks, 


Hawaii  Nei.  31 

Beyond  the  reach  of  longest  cable, 

Down,  down  in  deeps  unfathomable, 

Where  oft  the  fiery  tempest  glows, 

As  below  Hades  forth  it  flows. 

No  wonder  there  you  often  wander, 

As  through  this  horror  you  meander, 

O'er  treacherous,  thin-incrusted  shell, 

In  this  reduplicate  of  hell. 

No  wonder  strange  infatuation 

Imperils  oft  the  chosen  station, 

Of  the  weak  mind,  presumptuous, 

Trifling  with  life  and  safety  thus. 

For  many  a  shelving  cliff  does  so 

O'er  hang  the  fiery  gulf  below, 

That  oft  it  tempts  unwary  feet 

Where  careless  souls  their  doom  may  meet. 

And  'tis  a  wonder  passing  strange, 

That,  of  the  multitude  who  range 

This  field  of  peril  often  o'er, 

No  one  has  sunk  to  rise  no  more. 

Wher'ere  you  turn  your  eyes  you  view, 

Or  inky  black,  or  sulphurous  hue, 

Or  ashy  piles,,  or  tall  gray  cliffs, 

All  bare  of  green  from  sulphurous  whiffs  ; 

Great  clouds  of  smoke  toward  heaven  ascending> 

White  puffs  of  steam,  suspicion  lending, 

As  if  below  were  cooking  dishes, 

To  be  served  up  against  your  wishes  ; 

And  lest  some  quick  catastrophe 

Might  happen  as  the  sights  you  see — 


2,2,  Hawaii  J7ei. 

You're  not  at  all  afraid — Oh  no! 
But  think  that  you  had  better  go 
Above  to  the  abode  of  mortals, 
And  exit  from  these  fiery  portals. 
Perchance  the  thought  these  wonders  great 
Impress  you,  as  you  meditate, 
That  all  this  weight  of  melted  lava, 
High  up  within  its  wonted  salver, — 
In  feet  three  thousand  and  eight  hundred 
Above  the  sea — I  say  you've  wondered 
What  force,  by  hydrostatic  laws, 
Might  bind  these  monsters'  fiery  jaws 
Lest  they  rush  furiously  down 
And  sweep  the  valley,  field  and  town, 
Their  prison  Walls  in  anger  burst, 
And  slake  in  wrath  their  torrid  thirst. 
You've  guessed  the  truth  ;  for  oftentimes 
The  flood  bursts  forth  and  penegrines, 
With  broad  destruction  spreading  out, 
With  whirlwind's  dire  infernal  rout ; 
Tearing  the  forests  as  they  go, 
And  spreading  ruin  high  and  low, 
Mid  fire  and  smoke  and  thunder  sound, 
And  fearful  tremor  all  around. 
But  sometimes  with  dissimulation, 
Far  underground  it  seeks  a  station, 
Where  it  bursts  up  with  roar  infernal, 
Belching  forth  all  its  force  internal ; 
Gouts  of  hot  lava,  steam  and  smoke, 
As  if  the  furies  all  had  broke 


Hawaii  Nei. 

Their  fiery  prison  forth  to  flee. 
'Tis  there  a  crater  small  you'll  see, 
Hollow  within  ;   in  dire  disorder, 
'Twixt  earth  and  hell  a  fitting  border. 
Many  such  crater-mounds  there  be 
'Twixt  Kilauea  and  the  sea, 
Distant  some  fifty  miles  or  so, 
In  the  direction  where  they  go. 
But  'tis  not  only  here  and  there, 
Upon  these  tropic  islands  fair, 
The  mountain's  crater-form  you  see, 
They're  all  volcanic  piles  ;  and  he 
Who  would  this  kind  investigate 
From  this  assertion  nought  can  bate. 
Mokuaweoweo  there 
Some  fourteen  thousand  feet  in  air, 
Whose  cauldron  is  a  boiling  cup, 
Within  whose  walls  is  spouted  up 
Jets  of  the  reddest  melted  lava, 
Does  never  overflow  its  salver, 
But  bursting  from  the  mountains'  side 
Below,  it  belches  forth  the  tide 
Five  hundred  feet  or  so  shot  up, 
A  red-hot  fountain  minus  cup  ; 
For  off,  at  once  the  torrent  flows, 
Creating  havoc  as  it  goes. 
These  two  twin  craters  only  know 
We  moderns  with  their  fires  to  glow. 
The  others,  work  have  long  suspended 
Their  hot  commission  having  ended. 


Hawaii  Nei. 

Only  Hawaii  is  not  finished; 

Its  haughty  head  by  nought  diminished — 

Already  far  it  towers  o'er  all 

In  lofty  height  magnificat. 

But  never  pinnacles  arise 

In  slight  ambition  to  the  skies 

Broad  domes  the  mountain  masses  are 

And  buttressed  from  their  bases  far. 

No  toppling  o'er  for  them  you  see  ; 

They're  patterns  of  solidity. 

It  would  be  strange  a  people  nursed 

Mid  wonders  so  mysterious, — 

A  people  given  much  to  song, 

Of  all  which  to  these  realms  belong, 

Should  overlook  these  "^fiery  wonders, 

As  they  put  forth  their  glowing  numbers. 

Thus  many  a  song  was  ancient  sung 

By  simple  bards  these  fires  among, 

As  fancy-free  they  sallied  forth, 

Demanding  all  from  south  to  north 

As  themes  and  subjects  for  their  muse ; 

No  wonder  these  Tartarean  views 

Inspired  her  oft  with  fervid  song, 

And  rolled  the  numbers  loud  and  long. 

No  wonder  priests  invoked  their  aid, 

Inspired  with  power  to  make  afraid 

The  simple  minded  island  wight, 

In  these  dark  realms  of  pagan  night. 

It  was  a  scene  of  high  sublime 

When  that  renowned  heroine, 


Hawaii  Nei. 

Kapiolani  broke  the  spell, 
Which  long  had  bound  them  all  too  well 
Descended  'gainst  such  fearful  odds 
Into  this  fancied  home  of  gods. 
More  noble,  as  she  sallied  forth — 
More  fraught  the  act  with  moral  worth 
Than  Rihoriho's  famous  raid 
Which  crushed  idolatry,  and  made 
The  slaves  of  tabu  thenceforth  free, 
Burnt  up  the  gods  from  sea  to  sea, 
Disrobed  the  tyrant  priest  of  power, 
And  made  an  era  of  the  hour. 
'Twas  great  indeed,  but  not  so  great 
The  motive  urging  to  this  fate, 
As  when  that  noble  woman  gave 
Her  name  to  honor  'mong  the  brave. 
'Twas  in  this  weird  fantastic  region, 
The  sable  warrior  led  his  legion  ; 
Forth  marshalled  to  the  fray  his  clan, 
And  proved  his  kinship  high  with  man. 
For  he  who  can  his  brother  fight 
And  conquer  by  destructive  might  ; 
In  ruins  lay  the  happy  village, 
The  fruits  of  industry  by  pillage 
Swoop,  as  an  eagle  does  his  prey  ; 
Fill  every  breast  with  dire  dismay  ;  — 
Respect  no  tie  \  no  grief  assuage, 
But  yield  up  all  to  lust  and  rage  ; — 
Till  he's  the  happy  man  who's  slain, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  mortal  pain. — 


26  Hawaii  Jtfei. 

He  is  the  hero, — all  bow  down, 

And  yield  the  meed  of  due  renown. — 

Even  as  Ninrod,  he  of  old, 

A  wolf  to  waste  the  happy  fold. 

Nought  but  the  fire  of  Christian  love, 

Descending  from  the  God  above, 

Can  mollify  the  human  breast, 

And  fill  the  heart  with  heavenly  rest. — 

Not  Christianity  in  name 

Can  all  the  furious  passions  tame  ; 

Else  were  the  earth,  by  war  laid  waste 

Now  but  a  scene  of  peaceful  rest ; 

Save  for  the  pagan  and  the  Turk, 

Whose  piety  is  Satan's  work. 

Fifty  long  years  have  passed  away 

Since  first  this  heavenly  light  of  day 

Pervaded  all  these  happy  isles, 

And  wreathed  the  sullen  brow  in  smiles. 

Since  that,  no  warlike  ripple  o'er 

The  isles  has  passed  as  oft  before  ; 

While  Christendom  has  been  convulsed, 

The  fierce  war-fiend  full  oft  repulsed  ; 

For  tares  and  wheat  together  grow 

In  the  church  militant  below  ; 

And  over-zealous  Peters  try 

To  quell  by  force  the  enemy ; — 

Crusaders  all  against  the  Turk, 

In  whom  Beelzebub  doth  work ; 

In  mood  of  fierce  extermination, 

They  would  lay  waste  each  erring  nation, 


Hawaii  Nei.  2 

Not  so  the  gentle  Prince  of  peace — 

He  brings  the  prisoner  release  ; 

He  sheaths  again  the  bloody  sword, — 

Thrice  blessed  he  his  name  adored. 

He  doth  besiege  the  human  heart, 

And  bids  each  warring  lust  depart. 

Should  an  old  warrior  rise  again, 

For  wonted  sights  he'd  look  in  vain. 

The  same  old  mountains  stand,  'tis  true, 

And  so  the  main, — all  else  is  new. 

Full  many  a  plain  is  covered  e'er 

With  luscious  cane — his  cottage  door 

He  seeks  in  vain — the  scattered  homes 

Have  clustered  round  the  village  domes  ; 

And,  ranged  along  the  thoroughfare, 

Civilization's  garb  they  wear. 

The  tortuous  path ;  the  devious  way 

Have  widened  out  and  easy  lay, 

Where  rolls  the  light,  voluptuous  car  ; 

And  fruits  of  commerce  from  afar, 

Are  for  the  wants  of  all  displayed, 

In  busy  marts  of  thrifty  trade. 

Say  ye  who  cast  the  bitter  fling 

Against  the  glorious  theme  I  sing, 

What  Power  has  wrought  this  wondrous  spell  ? 

Redeemed  this  land  from  sin  and  hell  ? 

Was  it  the  power  of  best  selection  ? 

Was  it  the  flight  to  shun  detection  ? 

Was  it  old  Mammon  with  his  purse  strings 

And  all  his  alcoholic  nurslings, 


Hawaii  Nel. 

His  incense-cloud  of  stale  tobacco, 

His  gambling  hells  for  lord  and  Jacko  ? 

Is  this  the  sort  you'd  have  precede 

The  power  of  Christ  ?  indeed  !  indeed  !  ! 

Ah  !  did  you  count  them  but  as  dross 

Those  simple  heroes  of  the  cross 

'Gainst  whom  detraction,  spite  and  rage 

Your  utmost  efforts  did  engage  ? 

Say,  what  the  effort  to  adorn 

As,  hung  your  conscience  on  Cape  Horn 

You,  Judas-like  betrayed  your  Master 

For  sundry  bits  of  thieves'  piaster? 

For  when  you  left  your  native  land 

To  seek  for  gold,  what  you  had  planned 

Who  could  suspect? — the  virtuous  few 

As  their  ideal  looked  to  you. 

They  did  not  know  your  inmost  heart ; 

And  when  far  off  from  them  apart, 

You  threw  the  winds  your  base  disguise, 

And  spread  yourself  for  other  eyes, 

Alas,  how  swelled  your  huge  disdain, 

As  on  these  simple  men  in  vain, 

The  oath  and  jest  lascivious  forth 

You  launched  to  cloud  their  moral  worth. 

In  vain,  in  vain  ;  unmoved  they  stood, 

While  at  them  this  satanic  flood, 

In  torrents  rolled,  and  scathless  burst, 

While  you  the  hellish  torrent  nursed. 

Ah,  they  were  heroes  !  shall  I  dare, 

Who  would  with  them  my  portion  share, 


Hawaii  Nei. 

Attempt  to  set  their  praises  forth, 

And  tell  the  world  their  moral  worth. 

On  high  their  record — thither  they 

Have  mostly  gone  to  endless  day  ; 

With  many  a  fierce  idolater 

Redeemed  from  death  their  bliss  to  share. 

Bingham  and  Thurston,  Whitney,  Ruggles, 

The  primal  band,  commenced  these  struggles. 

They  came  equipped  with  high  commission — 

Te  save  this  people  from  perdition. 

Long  time  they  laboured,  suffered,  fought 

The  powers  of  darkness  ;   fearing  naught, 

Till  o'er  these  regions  blazed  the  light, 

And  demon  shapes  fleet  with  the  night. 

After  them  followed,  band  by  band, 

To  share  their  toil  in  this  dark  land, 

Many,  who  now  to  heaven  have  gone, 

But  some  are  left  the  isles  upon, 

Whose  whitened  locks  to  all  proclaim 

They  at  the  portals  do   remain, 

Till  they,  too,  enter  to  their  home, 

No  longer  here  to  toil  and  roam. 

But  here  I  pause  ;  and  let  my  tongue 

Cleave  to  its  roof  had  I  not  sung 

Of  woman's  part  in  all  that's  been 

Achieved  in  this  abode  of  sin. 

A  worthy  help-meet  she  has  proved 

Of  those  who  suffered,  toiled  and  loved. 

What  e'er  of  worth  has  been  achieved, 

Of  blessings  brought,  or  pain  relieved, — 


jo  Hawaii  Nei. 

As  we  exult  with  joyful  heart, 

There  let  her  share  a  glorious  part. 

But  when  the  night  had  passed  away 

And  these  fair  isles  in  brightness  lay ; 

When  toil  and  danger   disunited, 

And  all  the  realm  the  gospel  lighted, 

Then  came  the  sacerdotal  -priest, 

Among  the  lambs  a  wolfish  beast, 

To  rend,  to  scatter  and  devour  ; 

Alas  !  it  was  an  evil  hour, 

When  in  sheeps'   clothing  fawning  in, 

Broke  loose,  revealed  the  man  of  sin, 

Backed  up  by  cannon's  mouth  and  brandy, 

Like  howling  wolves  from  old  Normandy. 

The  sacerdotal  priest  of  late, 

Scarce,  but  in  name,  does  ought  abate 

From  his  more  open  predecessor, 

But  arbitrates  himself  possessor, 

Of  all  the  virtues  apostolic  ; 

Is  much  inclined  with  Rome  to  frolic ; 

Of  like  instinct  to  poselyte, 

Or,  when  it  serves  his  turn  to  fight. 

So  Mormons'  foul  abomination, 

With  its  disgusting  revelation, 

Has  rounded  out  the  three  unclean, 

Which,  in  apocalypse  were  seen. 

No  wonder,  if  these  baleful  storms 

Have  ravaged,  with  their  senseless  forms, 

This  simple,  credit  giving  nation, 

Till  they  are  well  nigh  past  salvation. 


Hawaii  Nei.  31 

Think  you  it  does  you  much  become, — 

This  sloughed  off  skin  of  heathendom  ? 

Well,  wear  it  then  !  and  pray  by  rote ; 

Yes,  genuflect  with  every  note  ! 

All  this  the  heathen  did  before, 

And  you  have  taught  him  scarcely  more. 

But  I  had  rather  far  be  free  ; 

None  of  these  hermit-crabs  for  me  ; 

They're  altogether  much  one-sided, 

And  only  fit  to  be  derided. 

Sir  Hierarch  your  look  is  evil  ; 

Are  you  for  Chirist  or  for  the  devil  ? 

If  for  the  former,  then  you  may 

These  childish  antics  put  away ; 

Wash  clean  your  heart,  and  cleanse  your  hands, 

And  try  to  do  your  Lords'  commands. 

But,  if  the  latter  nought  I'll  say, 

But,  from  you  I'd  be  far  away. 

Our  work  on  earth  will  soon  be  done  : 

The  wheat  and  tares,  together  grown, 

Will  each  receive  its  fitting  meed, 

If  patient  toil,  or  covert  greed. 

But  memory,  while  time  shall  last, 

Cannot  forget  the  pregnant  past, 

The  toil  the  suffering  and  the  joy. 

Of  those,  who,  in  this  blest  employ 

So  freely  yielded  up  their  lives, 

And  all  that  earthly  treasure  gives. 

How  oft  the  stormy  sea  they  crossed, 

In  Alenuihaha  tost, 


Hawaii  Net. 

On  schooner  incommodious, 

Where  oft  at  eve,  melodious, 

The  song  arose,  the  fervent  prayer, 

Till  all  acknowledged  God  was  there. 

But  O,  the  qualms,  the  dire  distress, 

The  scorching  heat,  so  pitiless, 

As  on  Pailolo,  calm  we  lay 

The  livelong,  scorching,  glaring  day. 

Thus  families  of  tender  age, 

Such  expeditions  did  engage  ; 

Their  beds  upon  the  deck  spread  down, 

They  left  for  Honolulu  town, 

To  meet  whatever  hap  befel, 

With  box  and  basket  stored  well. 

For  in  all  other  points  they  failed, 

These  slow,  untidy'craft  that  sailed, — 

They  took  you  from  your  dwellings'  shore. 

And  put  you  down  the  town  before ; 

Your  bread  and  water,  bed  and  all 

Upon  yourself  to  find  must  fall. 

So,  piled  within  a  tiny  boat, 

With  many  a  squealing  pig  and  goat, 

And  calabash  of  pasty  poi, — 

Proximity  by  far  too  doughy. 

You  sought  the  vessel,  waiting  by, 

In  sorry  plight,  with  hopeless  eye. 

Oh,  who  shall  picture  such  a  sight, 

The  decks  present,  as  there  you  light, 

Of  bales  and  boxes^  bags  and  bundles, 

Of  puking  dogs,  o'er  which  one  tumbles, 


Hawaii  Nei. 

Horses  and  cattle,  pigs  and  goats, 

Old  shawls  and  kapas,  tarry  coats, 

Ropes,  blocks  and  cables,  casks  of  water, 

Umbrellas  for  every  son  or  daughter  ; — 

The  whole  stirr'd  up  by  sundry  swells, 

And  seasoned  all  by  horrid  smells. 

Dear  reader,  I  am  sorely  pained, 

As  I  describe, — if  wrong  I  aimed, 

In  turning  chaos  inside  out, 

Please  hold  your  sides  and  turn  about, 

Till  this  omniverous  scene  is  past, 

For  now  I  think  we'll  sail  at  last. 

The  ropes  begin  to  creak  and  rattle, 

As  it  were  on  the  verge  of  battle. 

The  canvas, — oh,  so  slow  it  rises, — 

Not  white,  but  figured  with  devices, 

By  rusty  hoops  and  poi  and  dirt, 

Which  may  the  sense  artistic  hurt ; 

While  every  motion  makes  a  rout, 

Among  Kanakas,  turning  out 

From  fold  of  sail,  or  coil  of  rope, 

In  which  they'd  stowed, — their  only  hope, 

Besides  the  naked  plank,  of  bed, 

In  which  to  lay  their  towsy  head. 

But,  "Boom  i  kai"  the  captain  calls ; 

And,  as  upon  your  ear  it  falls, 

In  pompous  frigate  style  and  manner ; 

As  downward  falls  the  vessel's  banner, 

Round  swings  the  boom,  creating  new 

Confusion  'mong  the  chosen  few, 


Hawaii  Nel. 

Who  had  the  roofed  companion  way, 
Elected  both  for  night  and  day, 
As  their  especial,  grand  domain, 
Though  subject  both  to  wind  and  rain ; 
For  not  within  they  chose  to  stop, 
But  laid  their  kinos  on  the  top. 
Well,  after  various  stir  and  bustle, 
The  anchor  up,  you  hear  a  rustle, 
A  lapping  of  the  briny  tide, 
Against  the  vessel's  moving  side. 
But  soon,  alas  !  the  heaving  deep, 
Causes  our  craft  bad  time  to  keep ; 
She  executes  some  rolls  and  pitches, 
Which  stir  an  board  the  very  witches  ; 
For  every  motion  stirs  within 
A  corresponding  pang  of  sin. 
O  Yorick,  Yorick,  Yorick,  Yok, — 
Oh,  tell  me  why  thy  name  is  sought 
With  such  an  overflow  of  soul, 
As  o'er  the  billows  blue  we  roll ; 
Such  earnest,  zealous,  pure  devotion  ; 
Such  tributes  to  the  heaving  ocean. 
Our  ready,  all-confiding  trust, 
Has  changed  to  towering  disgust. 
The  very  air  is  noisome  now, 
Which  cools  the  beads  upon  your  brow. 
You're  altogether  "  I  don't  care," 
And  yield  yourself  to  blank  despair. 
But,  as,  when  old  Columbus  sailed, 
At  last  the  tropic  groves  he  hailed, 


Hawaii  Nei.  35 

The  very  ground  did  loving  kiss, — 
There's  an  end  of  all  things, — so  of  this. 
As  comes  the  glorious  sun  to-morrow, 
Forgotten  is  our  load  of  sorrow ; 
Our  friends  with  joyous  clasp  we  meet, 
And  o'er  again  we  greet  and  greet. 
The  feast  of  tabernacles  lasts 
About  a  month  ;  but  very  fast, 
In  daily  meetings  time  flies  by. 
Hawaii,  Maui  and  Kauai, 
With  Molokai  are  represented  ; 
While  all  are  joyfully  contented. 
Our  place  of  sojourn  is  not  comely, 
Our  daily  fare  is  naught  but  homely. 
In  daily  conclave  they  are  there, 
Fathers  and  mothers,  with  their  care, 
Full  many  a  sprout,  that  is  to  be, 
A  sapling  tall,  and  spreading  tree. 
Grave  matters  daily  they  debate, 
And  every  one  will  freely  slate 
His  own  opinion, — slightly  more, 
Some  venture  on  ;  but  not  before 
An  understanding  fairly  laid, 
Is  their  conclusion  ever  made. 
Here  I  might  pause  and  fondly  tell 
Of  every  one  the  personnel, — 
How  there  Sir  Confident  is  seen  ; 
While  there  is  one  of  modest  mien 
But  mighty  deeds ;  and  there  is  one 
Of  selfish  make, — suspicion's  son. 


Hawaii  Nei. 

Attenuated  there  he  rocks, 

The  keeper  of  that  leather  box ; 

In  prudence  dignified  he  stands, 

And  states  the  case  with  ready  hands. 

Not  less  explicit  his  assistant; 

He'd  have  us  all  keep  luxury  distant ; 

Some  differ  from  him  ;   they  would  spare, 

That  life  might  be  prolonged  by  care. 

Some  advocate  a  generous  diet, 

And  show  the  work  promoted  by  it. 

Fanatic,  others  praise  a  crust, 

And  loud  condemn  of  food  the  lust. 

Only  a  few  try  bold  dictation, — 

They  have  forgot  the  Yankee  nation, 

And  all  that  famous,  grand  Tea  party 

Whose  sons  are  still  alive  and  hearty, 

And  cannot  be  intimidated 

By  all  that's  human,  loved  or  hated. 

But  you  should  see  the  flash  of  wit, 

The  high  resolve,  the  generous  hit ; 

Of  sympathy  the  welling  tear, 

As  they  of  wrong  the  story  hear. 

But  tho'  one  joy  lights  up  the  brow, 

As  each  relates  what,  when  and  how 

The  work  goes  on  his  flock  among, 

And  oft  by  all  God's  praise  is  sung — 

Still  I  will  let  a  secret  out, 

This  famous  brotherhood  about, 

As  in  this  ancient  house  they  meet, 

Where  each  may  claim  an  honored  seat ; — 


Hawaii  Nei. 

They're  human  all ;  each  dame  and  brother, 

The  son  or  daughter  of  their  mother. 

Their  fears  and  hopes  and  joys  and  aim 

Partake  of  human  all  the  same. 

"But  let  me  not  forget  to  tell 

About  the  house ;  we  loved  it  well, 

In  which,  assembled  year  by  year, 

The  mission  families  appear — 

Or  did  appear — they  do  not  now, 

'Twas  in  the  place  Kawaiahao, 

Near  by  the  mission  and  the  church, 

You'll  find  it  with  but  little  search. 

It  is  a  quiet,  lovely  place, 

Set  round  with  trees  which  interlace, — 

The  famous,  graceful  algoroba, 

Which  never  knows  a  sere  October. 

But  in  the  days  when  there  we  met, 

With  saplings  young  the  place  was  set ; 

Now,  they've  become  umbrageous  trees, 

Till  one  but  tallest  steeples  sees 

Throughout  the  town,  yclept  a  city — 

Please  do  not  volunteer  your  pity ; 

For  Honolulu  thus  is  called, 

Although  it's  neither  barred  nor  walled. 

But  I  about  that  house  must  tell ; 

Adobie  'twas,  and  whited  well; 

With  windows  lighted  and  a  door, — 

A  quasi  arch  adorned  them  o'er. 

'Twas  rilled  with  wooden  seats  and  benches, 

And  there  they  schooled  the  boys  and  wenches 


3  8  Hawaii  Nei. 

The  roof  was  thatched  with  island  grass, 
Which  now  has  disappeared,  alas  ! 
And  cedar  shingles  take  their  place, — 
More  prim  they  are,  with  less  of  grace. 
To  us  a  palace  it  appeaaed, 
In  days  of  yore  when  it  was  reared  ; 
For  we,  who  came  the  waters  o'er, 
Long  time  had  trodden  ne'er  a  floor  ; 
And  this  had  one  !  and  we  could  hear 
Our  footfalls  ringing  loud  and  clear, 
For  we'd  forgotten  how  to  trip, 
In  graceful  fashion  over  it. 
I  cannot  now  recover  all 
Which*did  around  this  house  befall ; 
I  rather  think  'twould  make  a  book 
To  more  than  fill  some  little  nook. 
However,  I  have  much  to  say 
Of  children  in  that  far  off  day. 
While  papas  rubbed  their  thinking  locks, 
And  mammas  mended  sundry  frocks, 
Some  roystering  boy  would  make  a  breach, 
And  all  within  contagion's  reach, 
With  jump  and  shout  would  fly  the  door 
And  race  about  the  common  o'er. 
Some  got  a  scratch,  and  some  a  rend, — 
And  "  there's  another  frock  to  mend." 
And,  now  and  then,  it  must  be  said, 
When  out  of  hearing  they  had  fled, 
A  word  or  two  between  them  passed, 
Pregnant  with  sense  which  was  to  last ; 


Hawaii  J\Tei. 

A  childish  freak,  it  then  was  said, 

To  pass  away  whate'er  bestead. 

But  now  I  ask  those  chits  at  play, — 

Some  of  their  heads  are  turning  gray, — 

If  all  has  passed,  and  was  forgot  ? 

And  varied  not  their  coming  lot  ? 

While  under  range  of  eye  and  ear, 

They  entertained  parental  fear  ; 

And,  well  curbed  in,  preserved  decorum — 

Paterfamilias  in  forum. 

Now,  they're  a  power  in  the  land, 

Filling  their  trusts  of  high  command. 

Their  little  ones  are  like  a  flock — 

These  buds  from  ancient  Plymouttwock. 

Where  now  the  noble  steamer  plows 

The  surging  deep  with  scornful  bows, 

In  former  times  the  light  canoe 

The  same  wild  region  paddled  through. 

Or,  if  propitious  wind  availed, 

She  spread  her  canvas  out  and  sailed. 

Thus  oft  a  fleet  of  tiny  craft 

Crossed  o'er,  when  gentle  zephers  laughed, 

Erom  isle  to  isle ;  tho'  sometimes  caught 

By  sudden  gales,  and  sore  distraught. 

They  often  shot, — the  tiny  things, 

Where  larger  craft  much  danger  brings ; 

The  feathered  roller  oft  they  dared, 

Nor  high  on  rocks  to  land  they  cared, 

From  whence  again  receded  far 

The  landing  wave — while  they  their  car 


40  Hawaii  Nei. 

At  once  took  up,  and  carried  wide 

Beyond  the  beating  of  the  tide. 

They  were  of  various  form  and  size  ; — 

These  little  craft ;  you'd  not  despise 

The  royal  yacht  with  fifty  men 

On  which  embarked  the  regal  train. 

Once  on  a  time — 'twas  long  ago 

From  Mahukona  I  would  go 

Far  down  the  coast  to  old  Kailua ; 

'Twas  fifty  miles  or  so,  I'm  sure. 

A  tedious  journey  'twas  by  land, 

And  seldom  made  ;  but  by  the  strand 

'Twas  easy  made  in  light  canoe, 

So  off  I  start  without  ado. 

The  little  craft  in  which  I  sail, — 

Some  fifteen  feet  from  head  to  tail, 

Scooped  from  the  body  of  a  tree, 

Was  nice  and  snug  as  oft  you  see. 

'Twas  raised  a  little  on  the  sides, 

To  fit  it  for  the  rougher  tides ; 

The  ends  in  island  fashion  peaked, 

With  sundry  mouldings  nicely  beaked. 

The  forward  end — the  prow  we  call  it, 

Against  the  breaching  sea  to  wall  it, 

And  keep  the  dancing  waves  without — 

It  had  a  cover  round  about, 

Whose  postern  end  was  slightly  raised 

And  rounded,  so  they  only  grazed 

But  did  not  enter  ; — all  was  made 

Drum-tight  by  lashing  with  a  braid, 


Hawaii  Nei.  41 

Jr  twist  from  husk  of  cocoanut ; 

In  fashion  everything  was  cut ; 

They  ne'er  departed  from  the  rule, 

By  which  the  father  did  them  school. 

But  as  this  narrow  craft  would  be 

Unsteady  on  the  rolling  sea, 

Two  beams  were  lashed  across  the  top 

In  proper  form,  and  with  a  lop 

Into  the  sea  at  outer  end, 

Where  they  received  the  classic  bend, 

And  fell  upon  a  long,  light  beam  : 

Sea-worthy  every  part  would  seem. 

'Twas  formed  to  ride  the  curling  wave 

And  modest  satisfaction  gave. 

But  as  the  sides  were  thin, — and  lest 

They  should  collapse  when  heavy  pressed 

By  mighty  seas,  when  heavy  loaded, — 

Catastrophe,  with  reason,  boded, 

Within  were  various  ledges  left, 

And  struts  from  side  to  side,  with  deft, 

But  trustful  lashings  well  applied, 

With  various  planks  from  side  to  side, 

On  which  the  passer  had  his  seat, 

As  round  these  tropic  isles  he  beat. 

'Twas  thus  I  sailed  ;  a  man  and  boy, 

To  man  the  craft  I  did  employ. 

The  man  was  old  and  purblind  too, 

But  better,  rnan  could  never  do  ; — 

Long  use — 'twas  like  a  second  nature  ; — 

He'd  served  with  old  Kamehameha. 


4%  Hawaii  Nei. 

He  was  at  home,  or  calm,  or  gale ; 

His  craft  was  fitted  with  a  sail 

Of  cotton  cloth  ;  it  had  a  scoop, — 

When  some  top  wave  had  made  a  swoop, 

And,  spite  of  all,  within  had  lain, 

The  scoop  might  throw  it  out  again. 

That  for  the  boy — the  old  man  steered ; 

At  evening  Kawaihae  was  neared. 

It  lies  upon  a  sort  of  bay — 

From  shore  a  reef  makes  far  away  ; 

And,  as  the  evening  was  calm, 

We  could  anticipate  no  harm, 

When  we  the  barrier  kept  without  ; 

A  shoal  of  porpoises  about 

Our  little  craft  were  gaily  playing ; 

They  seemed  our  lonesome  state  surveying. 

They  breached  and  plunged  and  merry,  dashed 

The  sparkling  brine  as  oft  they  splashed 

Into  the  sea  from  levels,  where 

They'd  pirouetted  in  the  air. 

How  strange  it  is,  that,  while  they  leap,— 

These  briny  monsters  of  the  deep, 

Whose  merest  touch  might  bring  you  ruin, 

Mischief  they  rarely  think  of  doing. 

Only  when  in  a  partial  swoon, 

As,  maddened  by  the  keen  harpoon, 

Or  struck  to  death  by  cruel  lance, 

They,  on  their  followers  advance, 

Their  monstrous  death-walled  jaws  extended, 

You  nought  expect  but  to  be  ended. 


Hawaii  Nei.  43 

Not  so  the  sunned  and  salted  whaler — 

No  way  indebted  to  his  tailor, 

In  this  predicament  does  he 

Just  leave  the  boat  and  take  the  sea. 

While  old  Sir  Grampus  would  him  chew, 

He  only  bites  the  boat  in  two  ; 

Or  turning  tail,  a  little  pat 

Spills  out  the  whole  ; — nor  only  that ; 

They  only  think  themselves  too  lucky, — 

These  sons  of  Neptune,  tough  and  plucky, 

If  broken  bones  they  may  escape, 

Or  not  in  weeds  their  widows  drape. 

So,  on  we  went,  and  evening  down 

Upon  us  fell,  as  off  the  town, 

We  slowly  paddled  on  our  way, 

And  fast  went  out  the  light  of  day. 

For  tropic  sun  does  never  creep 

Near  the  horizon  o'er  the  deep, 

But  straight  descends  the  world  below ; 

A  shortened  twilight  thus  we  know. 

But,  meanwhile  many  hours  had  passed, 

So  we  delayed  to  break  our  fast. 

They  poi  and  fish — the  national  j 

I,  bread  and  cheese — my  rational. 

On  friendly  office  purely  bent, 

Some  cheese  I  to  the  old  man  sent ; 

He,  most  complaisant  slight  did  taste, 

And  moistened  from  the  briny  waste  ; 

With  it  compared,  the  brine  was  mild 

To  this  unspoiled  Nature's  child. 


44  Hawaii  Nei. 

The  supper  done,  again  we  sail  ; 

The  stars  come  out,  but  wan  and  pale  ; 

Upon  our  left  from  mountains  high 

A  purple  haze  o'erspread  the  sky, 

And,  thickening,  soon  shut  out  the  light ; 

On  us  lay  deep  the  curtained  night. 

Slight  puffs  from  off  the  mountain  came, — 

The  sail  was  raised, — but  soon  again, 

And  stronger,  livelier  than  before, 

It  made  us  scud  the  ripples  o'er. 

This  world  is  not  so  very  rough, 

If  plenty  holds  when  you've  enough. 

But  when  from  great  it  grows  to  greater, — 

A  warming  pan  becomes  a  crater, 

A  gentle  breze  a  hurricane, 

Your  case  is  critical,  'tis  plain. 

Such  was  our  case  ;  the  wind  increased 

To  fury, — so  the  sail  was  leashed. 

Lest  we  capsize,  and  come  to  harm, 

The  boy  was  put  upon  the  arm, 

To  keep  the  light  outrigger  down  ; — 

Nature  put  on  an  angry  frown. 

As  we  ran  on  three  miles  or  more, 

And  near  approached  the  rocky  shore, 

For  darkness,  nought  we  could  discern, 

So,  there  for  help  we  could  not  turn. 

But  we  could  hear  ! — and  horror  still 

Does  all  my  quickened  pulses  thrill ; 

For  now  the  waves  with  fury  lashed 

The  iron  rocks  'gainst  which  they  dashed  ; 


Hawaii  Nei.  45 

As  when  a  raging  fury  raves, 

They  thundered  in  the  hideous  caves. 

Our  only  hope  was  then  to  run, 

Till  all  the  howling  storm  was  done. 

So  down  the  old  man  clews  the  sail, 

And  with  my  might  the  craft  I  bail ; 

For  fast  the  crested  waves  beat  in  ; 

The  boy  lays  out  to  keep  her  trim. 

Now  judge,  with  half  a  yard  of  sail, 

Such  wind  abaft,  we  made  a  trail ! 

The  deep  we  plowed  j  our  track  was  white, 

'Twas  all  we  saw  this  pitch  dark  night. 

Caught  up,  the  foam  upon  our  prow, 

O'erhead  it  flew — but  we  are  now, 

When  it  alights,  far  far  ahead, 

And  thus  in  furious  mode  we  sped, 

Till  toward  the  middle  of  the  night, 

We  ran  it  out  and  saw  the  light ; 

Stars  twinkled  down  their  light  once  more, 

We  flattered  us  the  fight  was  o'er. 

But  soon  an  eddy  from  the  South 

Curled  round  Hualalai  its  mouth, 

And  met  us  with  its  fierce  demand 

That  we,  till  morning  light,  would  land. 

For  we  had  reached  ten  miles  or  so 

Beyond  the  plain  of  Puako, 

And  onward  spread  in  feathery  drape 

Kaelehuluhulu's  cape. 

Why  longer  play  the  midnight  ranger  ? 

Why,  simply  that  to  land  was  danger. 


46  Hawaii  Nei. 

The  night  still  dark,  the  ocean  brawled, 
The  coast  along  was  iron  walled  ; 
So  on  we  paddled,  might  and  main, 
Nor  was  onr  labour  all  in  vain, 
As  inch  by  inch  we  worked  our  way, 
Till  in  the  east  approached  the  day  ! 
Ho  !  then  for  joy  the  cocks  were  crowing, 
A  mocking  zephyr  mild,  was  blowing, 
The  morning  bell  its  matins  ringing, 
And  Nature  generally  was  singing. 
As  we  the  ancient  town  Kailua, 
With  morning  breath,  so  free  and  pure 
Encountered,  done  our  night  of  sorrow, 
For  nights  of  toil  make  joyful  morrow. 
Friends  welcomed  us,  and  there  we  stayed, 
And  needful  rest  a  pleasure  made. 
But  now  this  story  has  been  long, 
Or  our  return  might  found  a  song. 
So  I'll  just  tell  you  of  a  hap, — 
Poured  out  you  say  from  Fortune's  lap. 
The  morn  of  our  return  was  brignt ; 
As  forth  we  sailed,  our  hearts  were  light ; 
And  many  another  light  canoe 
Was  company,  bound  homeward  too. 
Kaelehuluhulu  past, 
Toward  the  North  we're  tripping  fast, 
When  shouted  Kaulahuki,  who 
Was  captain  of  our  wee  canoe, 
"  Wind  up  the  sail  ',  "  but  none  too  soon, 
For  quick  we  saw  what  changed  his  tune, 


Hawaii  Nei.  47 

As  down  upon  us,  might  and  main 
The  furious  tornado  came  ! 
It  chanced  as  in  the  sea  we  drove, 
The  captain  spied  a  little  cove, 
Between  two  heads  of  iron  rock, 
Which  round  about  the  place  did  lock  ; 
Without  delay  we  shot  within, 
And  high  upon  the  beach  again 
Hauled  up  our  little  vessel  brave, 
Far  from  the  fury  of  the  wave. 
A  little  village  here  we  found — 
A  beach  and  row  of  huts  around ; 
And  here  we  waited,  but  in  vain, 
The  ocean  to  be  calm  again. 
But  still  it  blew  ;  so  off  I  started, 

And  from  my  valiant  shipmates  parted. 
But  of  the  terrors  of  that  way 

Where  I,  on  foot,  till  sped  the  day 

Toiled  on  against  that  living  gale, 

To  reach  my  home,  without  avail, 

I  little  say.     The  lava  plains, 

O'er  which  I  crossed,  unblest  with  rains, 

Produce  no  green  or  living  thing, 

No  cooling  waters  upward  spring, 

To  stay  your  life,  your  thirst  to  slake ; 

It  is  of  Pele's  rage  the  wake, 

'Twas  black  as  ink,  from  side  to  side, — 

In  fact,  it  was  a  hardened  tide, 

Which  erst  was  in  a  crimson  glow, 

Crowding  in  fierce  resistless  flow. 


4  8  Hawaii  Nez. 

Deep  under  what,  to-day  is  seen 

A  ghastly,  ebon,  lava  stream, 

In  those  days  lay  a  fishing  lake, 

Of  some  old  chief's  oppressive  make. 

A  heavy  wall,  far  out  at  sea 

Inclosed  an  arm  which  was  to  be 

A  home  for  all  the  finny  race, 

The  maker  chose,  his  board  to  grace. 

That  wall  I  traversed, — it  was — say 

A  mile  in  length  across  the  bay. 

'Twas  famous  then;   'tis  famous  now  ; 

Forever  from  the  fishing  prow, 

Sealed  solid  up,  and  stamped  forever 

By  many  feet  of  solid  lava. 

Another  thing  I  noticed  too — 

The  chosen  home  of  the  canoe  ; 

On  a  sand  beach,  white,  broad  and  wavy,- 

It  was  the  Sandwich  Island  navy. 

A  few  kou  trees,  fresh,  green  and  tender, 

From  out  the  sand  their  umbrage  render. 

A  hut  or  two  there  bleaching  stand 

Upon  this  plain  of  dazzling  sand  ; 

Some  lengthened  sheds  to  hide  the  sun, 

And  all  the  furniture  is  done, 

Save  what  directly  appertain 

To  this  assemblage  from  the  main. 

But  of  all  sorts  of  strange  canoe, 

Single  and  double,  through  and  through, 

This  was  the  strangest  great  collection  ; 

I  doubt  if  any  slight  defection, 


Hawaii  Nel.  49 

From  big  to  little,  low  or  high 

Could  e'er  be  matched  beneath  the  sky. 

Sick,  tired,  and  in  a  sorry  plight, 

At  Kawaihae  the  second  night, 

Just  when  the  sun  was  nearly  down, 

I  reached  this  image  of  a  town, 

And  oh  !  of  all  my  wants  the  first, 

Found  real  water  for  my  thirst. 

How  deep  I  drank,  I  shall  not  tell, 

A  calabash — I  drained  it  well ; 

Then  traveled  as  I  had  before, 

Alone  and  tired,  burnt  and  sore. 

Till  where  the  mountain  palis  reach 

The  sea,  I  kept  along  the  beach  ; 

Then  left  the  shore,  and  high  ascended 

Mid  bush  and  brake  and  tangle  blended. 

The  light  went  out  and  darkness  came 

But  I  pushed  on  amid  the  rain, 

Along  a  narrow  path  which  led 

Toliouses  on  this  watershed. 

The  people,  as  the  air  was  chill, 

A  fire  had  made,  and  with  a  will 

Were  chattering  loud  the  house  within, 

So  making  a  tremendous  din. 

At  every  house,  with  will  unvexed, 

They  gave  a  guide  unto  the  next; 

So,  near  the  middle  of  the  night, 

I  reached  my  home  in  thankful  plight. 

Not  yet  however  was  the  end, 

My  fortunes  did  not  seem  to  mend. 


jo  Hawaii  Jfei. 

But  I  must  tell  you  now,  in  brief, — 

Old  Kaulahuki,  bowed  with  grief, — 

After  some  days — in  tears  like  rain, 

Came  to  my  house  to  tell  his  pain. 

He  tarried  till  the  wind  had  blown 

Its  fury  out ;  then  sailed  for  home, 

And  well  had  worked  along  his  way, 

Past  Kawaihae's  outlying  bay, 

When  he  perceived  some  strange  commotion 

Which,  rushing  downward  on  the  ocean, 

Before  he'd  learned  what  it  might  be, 

A  whirlwind  spilled  him  in  the  sea ; — 

Spilled  him  with  all  my  earthly  goods 

He  had  with  him  upon  the  floods. 

That  was  the  end  :  no  more  I've  known 

As  nearly  forty  years  I've  roamed, 

By  sea  and  land,  or  slow  or  faster, 

The  shadow  of  a  like  disaster. 


GLOSSARY, 


NOTE. — In  the  pronunciation  of  Hawaiian  words 

A  has  the  sound  of  a  in  father. 
E       "          "  a  "  hate. 

I        "          "  i    "  marine. 

O       "  o   "  note. 

?7       "          "  oo "  moon. 

The  true  accent  of  the  Hawaiian  words  introduced  will,  in 
nearly  all  cases,  be  determined  by  the  rhythm.  As  a  further  help 
they  are  divided,  in  the  following  glossary,  into  their  syllables  and 
the  accent  added. 


A-le-nu-i-ha-ha,— Name  of  one  of  the  seas  between  the  islands. 

Boom-i-kai, — The  order  by  native  captains  for  shifting  over  the 
boom  from  either  side. 

Ha-la-wa,— Name  of  the  rich  valley  at  the  east  end  of  Molokai. 

Ha-le-a-ka-la,— Mountain  of  East  Maui,  10,000  feet  high,  con- 
taining the  largest  crater  in  the  world. 

Ha-ivai-i-nei, — Term  by  which  the  whole  group  of  islands  is 
spoken  of  at  home. 

Hl-lo,— The  largest  town  on  the  island  of  Hawaii. 

Hb-no-lu-lu,— The  metropolis  of  the  Hawaiian  islands,  situated 
on  the  island  of  Oahu. 

Ho-no-ma-nu,—A  deep  valley  or  gorge  on  the  windward,  or 
northeastern  side  of  East  Maui. 


$2  Glossary. 

IIu-a-la-lai,—'Fhe  smallest  of  the  three  mountains  on  the  isl- 
and of  Hawaii,  situated  on  its  western  side. 

I-ao,—  Term  by  which  the  valley  of  Wailuku  is  sometimes 
spoken  of. 

Ka-a-hu-ma-nu,—  Favorite  queen  of  Kamehameha  1st,  and  re- 
gent after  his  death. 

Ka-a-la,—  Mountain  on  the  west  side  of  Oahu. 

Ka,-e-le-1m-lu-1m-lu,—  Western  cape  of  Hawaii. 
Ka-ho-o-la-iue,—  One  of  the  islands. 

Kal-lu-a,—  Place  on  the  western  side  of  Hawaii. 
Ka-la-kdu-a,  —  Reigning  king  of  the  Hawaiian  islands. 
Ka-lo—  Caladium  esculentum. 

Ka-tiie-ha-me-ha,  —  First  king  who  ruled  over  the  whole  group  of 
islands. 

Ka-na-ka,—  Man. 

.Ka-M,  —  The  southern  district  of  Hawaii. 

Kau-lii,—  The  most  northern  of  the  large  islands. 

J\'aa-l-ki,—A.  small  crater  at  the  eastern  extremity  of  Maui. 

.I\<i-ii-la,—A  very  small  island  near  Niihau. 

Kaii-la-hii-ki,—A  proper  name. 

Ka-pa,  —  Native  cloth    of  the  Hawaiian    islands;    much  like 
strong  paper. 

Ka-pi-o-la-ni,  —  A  chief  woman  of  Hawaii.    The  present  queen 
has  the  same  name. 


io,  —  That  part  of  Honolulu  in  which  is  situated  the 
large  stone  church  first  built. 

A"rt-?vai-/M/.<?,—  A  place  on  the  western  shore  of  Hawaii. 

Ki,—  Dracoena  terminal  is. 

h'i-lau-ita,—  The  great  active  crater  of  Hawaii. 

A'i-no,—  The  body. 

JKo-fM-ln,—T}\e  northern  district  of  Hawaii. 

j\o-na-}tu-a-iiu-i,  —  The  highest  mountain  on  Oahu. 

Jitt-kii-i,—  Tree  which  bears  the  candle-nut. 


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La-nai,—An  island. 
Le-hii-a,—A.  small  island  near  Niihau. 
Ld-mi-lo-mi,— Kneading  of  the  muscles,  etc. 
Ma-i-a,— The  banana. 

Ma-hu-kd-na,—A  place  on  the  western  coast  of  Hawaii,  near  its 
northern  end. 

Mau-ae,—A.  man's  name. 

Mdu-i,— An  island. 

Mau-na-ke-a,— One  of  the  two  highest  mountains  of  Hawaii. 

Mau-na-lei,— A  large  ravine  on  Lanai. 

Mau-na-loa, — One  of  the  two  highest  mountains  of  Hawaii. 

Me-le,— A  song. 

Mo-ku-a-ive-o-ive-o,— A  crater  on  the  top  of  Maunaloa— often  in 
action. 

Mo-lo-kai,— An  island. 
Mo-lo-kl-ni,— An  island. 
Ni-i-hau,— An  island. 
Ni-hb-a,— An  island. 
O-a-hu,— An  island. 
Pai-ld-lo,—A.  sea  between  the  islands. 
Pd-li,— Precipice. 

Pa-ni-wai,— Damming  of  the  stream,  whence  the  name  of  the 
celebrated  battle  in  which  Kamehameha  1st.  became  master  of 
Maui. 

Pe-le,— The  goddess  of  volcanoes.  Also  a  general  uame  for  a 
crater  with  lu-a,  a  pit,  prefixed. 

Po-i,— The  national  dish,  a  paste  made  from  kalo. 
Pu-a-ko,—A  place  on  western  Hawaii. 
Jil-?i.o-n-ho,— King  next  after  Kamehameha  I. 

Ta-bu,  or  Ka-pu,— Prohibition. 

U-a- la,— Sweet  potato. 

Wai-d-le-d-le, — Highest  mountain  on  Kauai. 

Wai-a-nde,— Western  district  of  Oahu. 

Wai-lu-ku,—Town  on  West  Maui. 


